Iggy Makarevich¸ LMNO: Fortean Blues

 

 

Really! It’s all a whirlwind lately, this life. It’s alright, though. Seems odd to say that. But it feels good and as I’ve mentioned in the past I think the Company has done itself proud. I think. I hope.

But I’m wishing dangerously again. There is no chance but it is nice and warm like the other unlikely one. But Bob said “No cry,” so I will surely try. Should make it through to the other side.

Oo if only I can keep out of trouble. If only I could get what I … oo … wait, that scene can’t be real, can it, Doctor?!

Ai ai.

I got a Zoom today. The little H1. The price was so unusual I figured I better do it. It should come by the end of the week. It looks really sporty. Another place had tempted me with a TASCAM but this deal Trumped it in the bang for the buck department by a good amount. I hope it does a good job on the band. I am sure it will be pretty sporty. We need something and there is just not the logistical possibility of doing it full on. That is a very common problem, though.

Most of the flora inhabiting Igwood Forest have been decapitated (I know, poor things.) by parties of one or two white chariot-equipped entities who then made a molehill out of the mountain of soil and rock that appeared, early one morning, as if by wizardry. Beyond the speed of mortal men they toiled. Way beyond! A thrill it was to see such mastery.

And the Owl! OMG! A shape-shifting Owl is acclimating to the TARDISian dimension. And nothing could be finer. Nope, sorry. Not even Carolina.  Okay, tutti personi, everybody pray thisa work outta nice, eh, goomba? Grazie, mille grazie.

Uh oh. OMG is right. But like they said in the old days, I’m only following orders.

Peace.